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Young Writers Society


Poopsie's Psychotic Breakdown. Join in ya'll!

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''Mustaches feel warm against your cheeks''- Poopsie 2015

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Interests

COD and poetry

Occupation

acquiring paper


I lingered round them, under that benign sky: watched the moths fluttering among the heath and harebells, listened to the soft wind breathing through the grass, and wondered how any one could ever imagine unquiet slumbers for the sleepers in that quiet earth.
— Emily Bronte, Wuthering Heights